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Our Eternal Wedding House

Even death could not cause our love to part,
This promise has always sounded so right,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

When they found his body, tears did not start,
Through this strong shock, I continued to fight,
Even death could not cause our love to part.

Stole to his fresh grave with a garden cart,
Our wedding vows I began to recite;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

I dug with fervor, my body did smart,
yet never ceased digging all through the night.
Even death could not cause our love to part.

To our wedding house we arrived, stalwart,
Just as the porch was kissed by morning light;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

Blue and cold, he remained a work of art, 
From my opened wrists flowed the crimson, bright.
Even death could not cause our love to part,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.


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UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


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Share the Wealth Bestowed Upon You

Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,	
For the sick and down are crying out for us to do our part,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true. 

Dying children wishing, trusting you’ll come through, 
To depart the angels of suffering from the afflicted heart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do. 

Loving St. Jude of those in need rests his faith upon you,
For giving of what you treasure most is truly a work of art, 
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true.

Restoring smiles to those once shamed, grant children start anew,
For bringing joy to those who grieve from others sets you apart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do.

Abundant are those with plentiful hopes, their needs are but a few,
So give of what’s been given you, afford others make a new start,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true

Of earthly treasures a miser not be for in death it goes not with you,
Give to the needy your treasured gifts before death they do depart.
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true


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Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


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Silent Love

She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
During the day, she walks the cobblestone path
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

The market’s her design to see what she can find
Clickty-clack, the men on horses bustling past her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

The beggars she offers food because she is kind
People shouting and yelling selling their goods
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

She tries to find a way to her home but becomes intertwined
Trumpets blare, knights emerge, and jugglers perform
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

Onto his horse he swiftly lifts her, and she feels divine
From the streets he has saved her, the face she remembers 
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind
 
Her lover she has found, finally she is defined
In his arms he holds her, his love he tells of her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

I followed the format of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." 


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Star Fall

Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky,
man lies starring at stars fixed or falling.
We wonder who has tossed these gems aside. 

Most singular He who has let these fly
toward unknown destinations calling,
unified beneath the dome of star studded sky.

From California's forest gazers cry
with ahh's and ohh's as they lie sprawling, 
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.

Shooting star have bewitched fair Holland's sky
and danced to drums in Africa brawling,
unified beneath the dome of star studded sky

From mighty Perseus they oft seem to fly
like fishermen we sit, glow lights trawling,  
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.

That the heaven rains for all, none can deny
a gift of bold beauty mankind's calling.
Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.


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Hope

So many depressing dark nights were you there
Giving me some hope small where there was none
Showing me that there is someone who will care

When it comes to humbleness none do compare
Certainly of your kind have I only met just the one
So many depressing dark nights were you there

To live in happiness I can imagine and now dare
Where there was nothing something has begun
Showing me that there is someone who will care

The shodowing abyss for years has been my lair
Playing with somber words, it really isn't that fun
So many depressing dark nights were you there

Imaging the sweet scent of your soft silky hair
All my skepticism and viciousness will be undone
Showing me that there is someone who will care

I wait for the moment that we share our first stare
The light that shines from you brighter than the sun
So many depressing dark nights were you there
Showing me that there is someone who will care


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A Better Life

I want so much more for me
I pray and hope for more
Will it ever come to be

Is it something I can see
I hope it's not a bore
Will my God hear my plea

Can I be all that I can be
Right now it's such a chore
I want so much more for me

Will I ever be able to see
Will I be able to soar
Must I declare this decree

Can I ever foresee
This brand new door
That's opening just for me

When will it come to be
Everything and more
How much will be the fee
and, do I hold the key? 


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So Brief the Time

The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.

Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime	
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,	      	
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.

Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time		
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime

Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime	
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,		
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime







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I don't have a title, yet

The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination Winter’s cold chill no longer powered by time Something so familiar creates a great sensation Long ago I had already fallen to this temptation Following my heart, but also committing a crime The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination What I would sacrifice to again feel that elation Just for a moment, yes any mountain I’d climb Something so familiar creates a great sensation Too long I’ve lived with a constant hesitation Foolishly lowering myself into filth and grime The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination I hope with everything, but there is speculation Am I Pavlov’s dog salivating simply for the chime Something so familiar creates a great sensation Most importantly I must change this situation No longer will I look at normality as sublime The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination Something so familiar creates a great sensation
The title isn't I don't have a title, I actually don't have a title yet.


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Angel Wings

Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although  we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

With promising, and carrying and cautioning
Within our dreams inspired, single hearted
you carry us when all in life is darkening

Miracles return with wise envisaging
For never once will you be found false hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

Our spirits feel a flowering and a freshening
No longer sad and feeling quite light hearted
You carry us when  all in life is darkening

As around the dark clouds now, a glow is silvering
No shadows loom and no more, marble hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
You carry us when all in life is darkening

 Suzanne Delaney


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Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


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I dream of a great and distant place

I dream of a great and distant place
It is mine, only I hold the key 
There are many fears I have to face 

Meadow, temple, goddess of grace 
Wending brook, glittering tree 
I dream of a great and distant place 

It becomes vague, it is now a trace
So very far, so very hard to see
There are many fears I have to face 

Falling into my city's warm embrace
Take me away, hear my plea 
I dream of a great and distance place 

To these enchanted thoughts I race 
From the staleness of now I flee 
There are many fears I have to face 

With a breath it will vanish, in a second erase 
Once more I feel a cold pull inside me 
I dream of a great and distant place
There are many fears I have to face 


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Goodbye is not the end of time

Persistent soul clings like chime.
Though not all things are bound to stay,
Goodbye is not the end of time.
Though poem may lose its rhyme
And turmoils may block your way,
Persistent soul clings like chime.
Clouds above could turn lime,
Still the sun never lose its ray,
Goodbye is not the end of time.
Even it’s sad to watch alone a mime,
Even longing is the price to pay,
Persistent soul clings like chime.
Though lovers leave their clime,
When he returns, you’ll be gay.
Goodbye is not the end of time.
To have faith is not a crime,
Still nights turn to day.
Persistent soul clings like chime.
Goodbye is not the end of time.


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As The Mist That Rides The Waves

As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave

You the only who saves
Constant  your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves

Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave

For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves

My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave

For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave


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Where the Wind Blows-- Achetez Villanelle


Billowing winds, whisk me away
Lift me up where wishes kiss dreams,
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays

Cantankerous self lurched each day,
‘til abysmal waters drowned screams
Nothing but black, swimming in clay…

Billowing winds, whisk me away
on my own though, save for bright gleams
hope in phosphorescence, glow spray

Following sparks, shrugging dismay
I swam where they went, my light beams
Against currents, struggling away

Then lay me where sand hugs sun rays,
I know I’m pushing the extremes—
To feel light, this is what I pray
I won’t stop ‘til I reach the bay

Billowing winds, whisk me away
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays





0717-07182011


**haha! Finally got around to writing this Achetez Villanelle,
Chris Aechtner's own take on the villanelle...

I was challenged to write one from scratch since the other one that 
I wrote was actually an old villanelle of mine which I only converted to
fit Chris' form---

So Chris, here it is! Now you know why I was asking you those words,
from waayyyy back last year O_0 this has been in the back burner for 
soo long, about time that I finally cooked it or something :D

btw, just so you know, the words billowing, cantankerous, lurch, sand, 
and phosphorescence came from Chris without him knowing what I was
using them for :p


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To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh

What is my hope in this life?
Without You, under the skies, there’s only hell.
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Rejections, taunts, helplessness, all kinds of strife,
People, homes, values, all things in peril,
What is my hope in this life?

You expose my heart to tempests; I cry
In deep anguish, I beseech and kneel -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Stir my heart to seek You; let not my spirit dry,
For with your absence in this tough duel -
What is my hope in this life?

My little mind cannot equal your wisdom so high,
Amid confusion I am a wondering, wandering fool,
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Helping grace and love you will abundantly supply;
Under the heavens - will be glory eternal.
What is my hope in this life -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!


6/17/14
**Inspiration from Romans 8:35-39 "...Nothing can separate us from the Love 
of God..."

This poem is offered to the people of Iraq ( the Yazidis and other minorities) 
going through persecution. Let us pray  that they may have the strength to 
face all the adversities confronting them as God envelops them with His 
immense love and mercy.


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Barren land of illiteracy


Barren land of illiteracy ,
Soil never having been loosened,
Not fertilized by education !

Prejudice from heart difficult to eradicate,
Aspirations vacilitate, soon disheartened,
Barren land of illiteracy !

Comforts and bad money marionette ,
End of the day, lie disillusioned,
Not fertilised by education !

Howsoever doodads may shipshape,
Barefaced soul eventually feels threatened,
Barren land of illiteracy !

Eyes riveted at the door go grave,
Impecunious mason carving in house darkened,
Not fertilised by education !

Succor will soon arrive I hypothecate,
A town feared seized will stand fortified,
Barren land of illiteracy,
Not fertilised by education !!













Sponsor- Juli Michelle
Contest- rhyme battle- round 4
A villanelle ,
19/3/2014


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Benevolence

Lost and astonished I crave this day
That places to proof all that hardship I feel
There is no time for me to say
I just cry alone searching my will

As I walk through the valley  of decay
I find no strength in the life for the  wound to  heal
I just walk alone, sad and pray
That my destiny will soon fulfill

Lost and astonished I crave this day
Where in the past there were so many appeals
I cant give up, I will stand and not let it stay
to enhance the moment as it truly reveals

I let out a scream and  my mind flies away
As the despair in my body seals
The words of peace that I need today

Lost and astonished I crave this day
For positive thoughts to be my ideal 
In solutions and upcoming ways
to find hope, when hope conceals


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Here You Are At Home

Waking spirit free to roam,
Wander in this heart;
Here you are at home.

Here you are at home
To to paint a waking art;
You do not rise alone.

Deep, the stars of night are sown--
Truth is but a start;
Whispered words unknown.

See, the morning light has grown!
Shadows fall apart;
Dear, my heart is known.

What the breath of night has shown,
I breathe with all my heart.
Hope is all I've known.

Now we speak, so un-alone;
Here we raise the start.
Waking spirit free to roam,
Here you are at home.





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The Way of the World

Thinking in our reasoned light
No answer blocks our say.
Running from towards the night,
We carry on our way.

In our gloried human right
We worship sun and day,
Spurning thoughts revealing light
And carry on our way.

Heedless in our hopeless height,
The heretics we flay.
Running downwards in the night,
Our golden glory gray.

Through cold fog and blighted sight
We barely see the ray.
Truthful and forgiving light;
We tarry on our way.


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Dissension

When tangled hope yields to the sadness,
That sweeps like madness in a perigee tide 
My soul silently abandons redress

Steady sun sings struggles of my weakness
Its rays chide that the light cannot abide
When tangled hope yields to the sadness

Thick sorrow of humanity manifests
Releasing its turmoil within drawn sighs 
My soul silently abandons redress

Comfort comes through forgetfulness, unless
The gnawing fear refuses to subside
When tangled hope yields to the sadness

Because the darkness remains unaddressed
I am forced daily to cry and abide,
My soul silently abandons redress

Yet I cannot contain the emptiness
And only God knows how hard I’ve tried
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
My soul silently abandons redress


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"O"

           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
     From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 
 
          We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn             
          Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn

           A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
           Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
           And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 

           Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
           Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise  
           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn 

           With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
            Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn 

    Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne   
            He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs 
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
            And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn


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At the Ripples of the Sun's Rays, I Stare

At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
In water, I fight to rise, but I sink;
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
Above me, on the shore, they do not care
That I have fallen over the blue brink
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays. I stare.
 
They will live more than me, since they are there
With more than enough breath. I cannot think
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
The current pulls me away from my share
Of life, which above, the indulgents drink.
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
 
The growing pressure is hard to bear,
As I watch their images slowly shrink,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
I push to live, as they do. It’s not fair
That I drown in these debts of which I sink;
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.


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Martyr

Down in deep dark Rwanda you will see
my martyred soul staring you in the face
will you be my savior or will you flee

I call you for help and you say just be
you tell me to wait and stay in my place
down in deep dark Rwanda you will see

why don't you come and at least set me free
my children will stay and keep their own pace
will you be my savior or will you flee

my best friend went on her own killing spree
all I could see was her agonized face
down in deep dark Rwanda you will see

I stood like a petrified dark black tree
stuck in an never ending deep dark haze
will you be my savior or will you flee

all I can offer is a humble plea
please come and stop this never ending chase
will you be my savior or will you flee
down in deep dark Rwanda you will see



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Yesterday's Pains by Ron Porter

Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
my beloved is by my side today,
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow

Each failed romance seemed a deathblow
that rendered my world barren and gray.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow.

Old hatreds and hurts,? ?i used to borrow
as armor, to shield me from the fray.
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow!

No more, in morose misery,? ?do i wallow.
Tears and fears can't hang me in their sway.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow

No longer does self-pity rip and harrow,
Ancient injuries are starting to fade away
I won't? ?need yesterday's pains tomorrow

Each moment once was too bitter to swallow.
Now the savor of your love flavors every day
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow.


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MASK

because the kid without a mask was told
perhaps in earnest more likely though in jest
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

at any rate his honest heart was sold
he was not of a mind to try a test
because the kid without a mask was told

if one can wait most aches and pains enfold
no more than time can slowly put to rest
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

therefore forbearing years have gently rolled
still waiting for the time that is the best
because the kid without a mask was told

be patient and just wait be not too bold 
behave meet life as an invited guest
the problems all seem smaller when you're old

but explanations now do not unfold
not much can he of time or strength invest
because the kid without a mask was told
the problems all seem smaller when you're old


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Road To Home

Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Sun dried each day of your long useful life
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Those dark green fields that are wide leads to wrong
Not warmth, love, understanding, only strife
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

Harder to climb, narrower close to home
Nearer, nearer begin to see great sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Drawing, drawing come, long hill top see dome
There are friends, family, offering life
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

The fields were greener, there was fun, the songs
Offering entertainment  glitter sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Now sights focused on heavenly song
Lights brighter at end of the narrow way
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Over dark green fields no more will I roam


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The Scattered Petals of The Rose

What would be the reason, the path that they chose.
In the mind, that point of time, it seemed to be so right;
To walk upon the path of scattered petals of the rose.

New beginnings, wrapped in ribbons and tied with bows;
Veiled with lace and a dress of pearl beads, glisten white.
A dream fulfilled at  the end of the path that they chose.

People gather to witness in their garish clothes;
Seated in anticipation on wooden pews to view hearts in flight.
Watching as the path is scattered with petals of the rose.

Forever, forever is the hope of the vows, and that it grows.
To keep the inner embers glowing, no blinding light;
As not to wilt the scattered petals of the rose.

Challenges the  body, and soul and what they expose.
Always the truth, the need to be right or to be contrite;
Remembering always the reason it was the path they chose.

Not to give in to the intoxicated spite, the loneliness of night;
Viewing the self, reflective and truthful as moonlight.
Remembering always the reason it was path they chose;
To cherish always the path of the fragile petals of the rose.